#billy you little turd

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[sharonisthebettercarter]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~<3<3<3!!! I FUCKING LOVE THIS THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE<3<3<3!!!

Happy Family~💗

Featuring~✨

Protective Dadlander & Proud Mummy Billy~💖

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I really don't think that's how to properly hold a baby, Billy. 👀

Also, shoelaces untied. 👀👀👀

[adamwatchesmovies]

Titanic (1997)

There’s a reason Titanic captured hearts and audiences in 1997. This is a disaster film done right. Director James Cameron builds up to the spectacle you expect by developing the relationships and characters. The romance is so effective you practically forget you already know the ship will sink until it happens. Wonderfully romantic (and quite erotic), with first-class special effects, excellent performances, a memorable score and dozens of scenes you see once and can never forget; it’s essential viewing.

In 1996, Brock Lovett (Bill Paxton) and his team dive deep inside the wreck of the RMS Titanic. They’re looking for the legendary Heart of the Ocean necklace. Instead of the gem, they find a drawing of a woman wearing it. The woman in question is Rose Dawson Calvert (Gloria Stuart). In 1912, 17-year-old Rose (played during flashbacks by Kate Winslet) is engaged to Caledon Hockley (Billy Zane), whom she loathes. When Rose meets Jack Dawson (Leonardo DiCaprio), a poor artist from the lower deck, she's initially put off by his itinerant lifestyle but in no time, they fall in love. Meanwhile, no one can imagine the danger that awaits the ship.

James Cameron’s passion for this project is clear and that enthusiasm meant no expense was spared, no detail was overlooked. When the decayed remnants of the Titanic are returned to their former glory, you get it. Its enormous engine room, cargo hold full of luxurious treasures, sumptuous Grand Staircase, gigantic dining hall, colossal chimneys and endless corridors are stunning. Then, there are the people aboard. At the top, wealthy passengers for whom the ritzy accommodations have been built. At the bottom, tiny cabins crowded with families dreaming of better lives. It’s the perfect setting for a romance. There’s enough space for our lovers to elope but the “world” is small enough that they can’t escape completely from the realities that await them. The trip is long but it won't last forever so there’s a ticking clock that demands the love story get resolved - even before the iceberg comes into view.

At 195 minutes, Titanic can fully develop its characters. Some may seem a little more plot device-y than others but even the despicable Caledon has tiny moments that make him human. He’s still a complete turd that - like so many of the rich passengers onboard - cares more about what's in someone’s bank account than anything else, but there’s a brief moment where he almost redeems himself. Not by being kind to Jack (he harbors far too much jealousy towards his romantic rival for that) but by trying to comfort Rose. Another character that seems flat at first is Rose’s mother, Ruth (Frances Fisher) when she explains to her daughter why she must marry into wealth. You disagree but understand the thought process, particularly after seeing the luxuries aboard the Titanic. Jack and Rose are a classic archetype that works again here. She's trapped in a period that gives her few options. She feels like the first member of a generation that will usher in a new age of greater equality… but she's also young and a slave to her emotions. Jack is a rascal but an honest one who's had the freedom to wander anywhere. That freedom seems to expand when he receives his ticket for the Titanic, but in a way, it shrinks. He gets closer to the upper crust than ever before, which only shows him there are places where he'll never be accepted.

And then… disaster strikes. Everyone knows the ship will sink. Early in the picture, we’re told the "how" and "when" in detail. It seems like a strange choice initially but it makes sense. Titanic doesn’t want to exploit the disaster. It wants to give those who lived and died onboard a story. They go from being numbers to people. You’ll be watching, looking forward to seeing Rose and Jack’s romance pan out when suddenly, the camera will fade away from the flashback and show us the now 100-year-old Rose telling us the story. Oh right! There’s a disaster on the way! You’re surprised you forgot but that’s the power of this romance. The fact that it is so effective makes the disaster portion of the story crushingly upsetting. Aboard the Titanic, there were hundreds of couples like Jack and Rose, dreamers like Fabrizio (Danny Nucci), elderly couples and young families who thought they were going to America to find better lives. It's been so long the survivors would likely be dead by now but it still makes you upset, particularly when we see how it all went down.

In the years since Titanic, much has been made of the story’s ending. We learn that Jack did not survive. Like so many others, he froze to death waiting for someone to come rescue him. There have been endless comments or posts about how the ending could be “fixed”, how both Rose and Jack could’ve fit on that door. All these criticisms miss the ending's point. No one on the Titanic truly lived happily ever after. While some elements are wildly romantic, possibly exaggerated for narrative purposes, the objective is to make you feel the injustice and tragedy of April 14, 1912.

Titanic is magnificent. You effortlessly get swept up in the romance, the nobility (or perceived nobility) of a bygone era, the drama of the classes aboard the ship, the struggles for survival as the boat sinks, and the tragedy of how it ended. The special effects are marvelous, the sets lavish, the performances excellent. Then, there’s the score. I’m sure you know Celine Dion’s My Heart Will Go On. Just thinking about it conjures up a wave of emotions. Its melody is found throughout the entire film but we have to wait until the very end to hear the full thing. When you do, it’ll be a challenge to hold those tears back. (On Blu-ray, April 12, 2023)

[xx-b1ll13j34nc1ph3r-xx]

Chapter 1. : The New Normal.

Scrape.

Click.

Scrape.

Click.

Galaxies to my sides. Before me floor. It appears in the void as needed. I can see patterns in the stars that give way to fractals. Like real space, they are unending. A place we call The House.

Scrape.

Click.

Scrape.

Click.

My mentors claws gently tap the marble tiles as she saunters slowly down the corridor of The House. I float quietly to her right. The airs of reverence hang over my head far heavier than my own hat.

"Billie," coos she, "How stands The Game?"

She has her own way of talking. It makes sense on the inside. I suppose you'd need to be there. She's asking the system's vitals.

"Everything Is Accounted For, Mother." I abide by her rules and respond in her own tounge. She nods. My mentor, Cube, is the systems guardian. A seraphim. A real one. Her snow white feathers glimmer with the light of holy embers. She keeps her eyes covered at all times with the smaller wings on her head. She doesn't need them to see. What a high bar to set for a little triangle like me. How she expects me to follow her in her talonsteps is beyond us.

"Then Your First Mission Begins, O Tetrahedron. Go forth and make the control room more comfortable."

"For our host?" I grumble.

"For our host." she nods.

A snap of my fingers. Darkness. The control room has a long history of this... funk. I already decided I'd spruce it up in here but it's hard to polish a turd, pardon my french. I readjust my bow as I take a deep inhale to ready myself mentally. A long exhale follows.

The Darkness is in fact a great tunnel. Each noise I make echos deep into its caverns. Its wet and squishy caverns. The Tunnel is lined with flesh, as it is alive. There are eyes not unlike my own embedded into the walls and the others cannot see them. They stare into my own eyemouth with unnerving silence.

A green glow ignites from inside of me from between my very bricks and down my arm, blazing into an emerald green fire. With it, the shining of gold. My scythe. The metal engraving on it is of a six fingered hand and a broken heart. A reminder of whom death did me part. I take the scythe in my grasp and swing it as Grimm has shown me. Slicing through our shared reality and repainting it in the image most fitting. The tunnel is replaced, as with brushstrokes, with a room.

A comfortable little room with many plushies and a macintosh computer. It's not what I want it to be yet, but what it is. Is our hosts childhood bedroom. It is the place that right now. It needs.

Emerald Sparks die down. I sit gently upon the carpet.

"I am a friend, Shadow Girl. You can talk to me."

I can't see her. Or hear her. But I can feel her. And I know she knows something important.

[flieslikeamoron]

Haven AU!!!

So Haven AU is the Steve Can’t Feel Anything But Eddie fic. I posted the beginning part of it here. It’s not really a Haven AU because that show was one of those mystery box shows where the box is so pretty and intriguing, and then when they finally open it you find out there’s a turd inside. But the idea of a person who can’t feel anything except this one other person’s touch is from Haven. And the idea of powers that are like afflictions. Haven had a monster of the week format, but the “monsters” were just people who for the most part couldn’t control their powers and were accidentally hurting themselves or their loved ones or the town. I liked that the show was a “we try to help these people if we can” show instead of a “we kill monsters” show. Anyway the fic is only slightly related to the show but the germ came from there.

I mostly have notes not writing on this one because the original idea was honestly just vibes. Like it was just Steve Can Only Feel Eddie's Touch - Eddie Doesn't Want to Touch Anyone Because He's a Touch Telepath. So it took a while to figure out what the actual arc could be after that first accidental touch. Like why does Eddie keep touching him? Where does it go from there? I think I have the shape of it now, but of course I never know for sure if it works until I start writing it. So I do have to get on that. I’m still not even sure if I’m going to do both POVs or just Steve's, but I’ve been writing some of Eddie’s just so I know what’s going on with him. And I’ll use the stuff or not depending on whether it's needed.

These aren't exactly snippets from an actual draft, but here are a couple bits of Eddie's POV. It’s two different versions of what it could be that I wrote when I was trying to work things out.

This one was more of a he hates his power from the jump type of thing.

Eddie doesn’t realize at first what’s happening. It feels like- Feeling. Like little bursts of feeling, and maybe sometimes they don’t seem to quite- Fit. Inside him. But hell, it’s not like his mind is normally a super organized place. It’s not like his feelings have ever been- There’s always been a lot of noise is the point. Inside his head. He’s always felt a lot of shit. So of course he didn’t really notice a few… Extras.

It gets worse, but that takes a while to notice too. More than just a feeling, it’s thoughts sometimes. Fully formed. Not fitting right. It’s a place. A moment. Like a memory of something that never happened to him. Is it that weird though? The part where it doesn’t fit is weird, but his head’s always been full of worlds and characters, anywhere but here stories. That’s partly why he loves D&D so much. A way to let those things overflow. So this is, it’s not that different. It doesn’t seem... Crazy. 

And then it starts to feel like maybe it is. Maybe he is. Crazy. Fully off the tracks. Head full of jagged pieces that aren’t him. They can’t be him. Things he wouldn’t think. Things he couldn’t know. Things that aren’t real, probably anyway. Delusions. Voices inside his head. Lock you up type stuff. Because he’s lost it, completely lost it. Just like his mom.

And then this one is I think is more what I’m going with. It’s from a version where he thinks at first he can use his power to get dirt on the popular kids and the bullies. He thinks it’ll be kind of fun to have something over on them, but he quickly realizes he doesn’t actually want to drown in other people’s shit.

He doesn’t want to know sweet, pretty Chrissy Cunningham hears her mom’s voice in her head when she makes herself throw up. He doesn’t want to know Billy Hargrove’s dad hits him. Fuck, what a bottomless pit that guy’s head was. A thick black sludge of barely held back hatred, rage closing over Eddie, dragging him down. But even worse, somehow, was the soft focus light at the bottom of that bottomless pit, the glowing memory of his mom. Maybe a little too much like what Eddie thinks the picture of his own mom might look like if somebody could see into him like that. He doesn’t want to know he and Tommy Hagan have had some similar thoughts about Steve Harrington’s mouth. Mostly what it might feel like, look like wrapped around a dick. That, at least, is proper blackmail material. But he hates the familiarity of the shape of those thoughts. The useless want and the slimy coil of shame and the sickening, pathetic need for attention. Any scrap of attention. He hates seeing any echo of himself in these people. Hates the way all the ugly shit clings inside his own head long after he’s stopped touching someone. Oily streaks of pain and fear and anger. 

No, fuck all of that. He doesn’t want any of it. 

[sharonisthebettercarter]

OOH! fuck yeah~<3!

i'll do the smutty naughty version if you do the horror one<3<3<3 ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

lmao for real tho, if you wanna dive into making pure horror fics, i am ALL IN and so there for that<3

Slipknot Vermillion Butchlander.

FUCK. YES.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH~<3<3<3 buckle in buckle in y'all cause this about to be a DOOZY<3!!

songs if ya hadn't heard them~<3 (def give them a listen, pt.2 is like an acoustic version, both lovely~<3, same general themes tho different vibes which-- ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

anywho~<3

FIRST OF ALL. YES. absolutable~<3

you beautiful beautiful little monster, this is PERFECT. okay, okay, yes, i'm getting too excited lmao. BUTT--

"I won't let this build up inside a me--"

this is an absolutely perfect opportunity for a deep dive into billy's psyche, psychosis, and an incredible exploration of psychological horror~<3

and it starts~?

with a *married* butchlander<3<3<3 OOH~<3!! (altho fair to use for for other ships with butcher, just doesn't get to the same level of psychological turmoil from the whole *husband is the villain* thing--;)))))))))) ANYWHO<3

basically butcher and homie are in a loving, *healthy* relationship. john is a good husband. maybe they even have ryan<3 or a little baby in billy's belly on the way<3<3<3 (or both~! lmao, always gotta throw that in-- ;))))))))))) a/b/o always an option, trans/intersex billy too, the world is the oyster~<3 any explanation like homie can just knock dudes up i guess lmfao--maybe that was the start-- :O ;)))))))) anyway, everything's perfect--except...

billy's having a bit of psychological... trouble. in which for some reason, his brain seems to be fabricating an entire reality with a loving and perfect wife, becca/becky--where his husband is the villain who tore them apart... and the situation in turn... starts to drive him and john apart...

and at first, of course, they'd be managing, between medications, care, brain scans, billy having nightmares and dreams, john trying to help, fighting and screaming, moments homie would have to hold billy down because he's having a meltdown, john having all the proof to keep billy from going nuclear/make it clear that he's... unwell, and that he's there for billy. maybe even a dna test to show that ryan is *theirs* and no one else's if a baby still in billy ain't enough--

but trust is wavering.

OOH, exploration into billy falling down that rabbit hole and believing it so much, he makes an effort to investigate and run away while homie always comes to get him/find him, drag him back home--and always *always*, refuse to hurt him even while billy is at his worst trying to force his hand, maybe even asking john to kill him so this doesn't continue--and again, his husband refusing.

now here's the kicker<3<3<3

this story could be done in two main ways (with expansive variations~<3, 3 if you count the middle road<3<3<3)

OOH! but before i dive into that, i should also mention that billy potentially being the *villain* in his own mind--in which he kidnaps and tortures and holds captive this *perfect* woman while john is none the wiser--ooooooohhhhhh... we'll come back to that one~<3 ;)

back on *john* being the villain in billy's mind.

"she isn't real. I can't make her real--"

and there in lies the *question*...

whether or not billy *is* experiencing psychosis and john is *actually* the villain, is it's own exploration~<3<3<3. depending on which version (regular or pt. 2), you channel the vibes of lmao

pt. 2 def feels like it could be more of a tragic rendition of this idea, where billy really *is* experiencing psychosis and john *is* a loving husband who *is* trying to help and care for billy<3

but the original...? mmm. let's just say there could be various... hints of a completely manipulated world around them--signs of a world *rewritten* or people silenced ,sides to john that he never *ever* shows to billy. certain... *things* that would certainly *imply* he is the *monster* billy's mind has made him--maybe it's billy's real memories trying to spill through whatever homelander did to him-- ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

mmmmmhmmmm~<3<3<3

BUTT, my personal fave?

*open. ended*

in which... there are... hints that might suggest one is true, and then the other, or even elements of both, but there's never truly an answer given... OOOH<3 FUCK YES. OOF, just the IDEA def gets me lol

i do feel the songs lean towards the 'she isn't real' factor (for obvious reasons lol) but for a fic~? ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

for variation in that exploration (and maybe an easy way to dig into the open ended vibes, but with a twisty lean~<3), maybe *most* of the 'hints' implicate one way with extremely *vague* BLINK AND YOU MISS IT hints for the *other* end, and one very *strong* hint/scene that ties together all the *vague* hints and makes them... impossible to ignore~<3

gawd i love psychological horror<3<3<3 lmao can you tell?

NOW. what about *billy* being the villain~<3?

OOOOHHHHHHH!!! now *that* one has some *real* hard potential for gut wrenching love from john<3<3<3 (i should also mention, *def* an option for psychosis with *john* there and OOF gotta stop giving myself expansions into this but it's just so FUCKING GOOD, LISTEN TO THE SONGS DAMMIT AND FEEL INSPIRED--)

similar enough deal, except with billy believing he's committed these horrible crimes to an innocent woman, a wonder of it might have been real or not and john trying to be by his side and settle his mind--and of course, the potential for a seriously covered up horrific crime because john's not about to lose his husband *for any reason*<3<3<3

maybe billy believes he committed the crime when it was really john and they covered it up together but billy--

this of course works just as lovely for the *canon compliant* show option with *john* feeling the full brunt of his psychosis--and billy trying to cover it up... *OR*... did it really happen at all? is billy right, is ryan really *their* son and there was no becky/becca?

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oh i know i am absolutely TERRIBLE I KNOW-- but listen. LISTEEEENNNN... I FUCKING LOVE PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR, OKAY!?!?!

anywho~<3

there's also an element of serious *danger* involved with homie being the one to experience psychosis (powers and all, def one with billy too but not nearly as savage--unless a course ya give him powers too<3), especially if homie *convinces* himself that he *is* this *monster*, and therefore *must* act as this monster.

ooh, def some dives into comics themes but it go a little somethin'... like this:

"i think, therefore i am" or cogito, ergo sum (heeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyy that's a title if i ever done seen one for this one lmfao only if 'vermillion' isn't used i guess, alternatively 'cinnabar'<3)

and

"i can, therefore i must"

but the comics actually have a perfect set up for this too--OOH! it kinda goes back to that 'detective husbands' prompt lmao (expect a little different obviously) where instead of being a 'convinced i'm right when i'm wrong' dickwad billy or even *homie knows he didn't do it* (he would have to be on that edge of sanity/not know for sure for this one to work<3) we have a billy who actually legit *explores* and *investigates* what happened to becky because he *sees* that things don't add up *before* he starts actively making it worse. instead doing his own *solo* detective work~<3

maybe even stalking, meeting, getting to know homelander (*john*) personally. possibly even with the motive of finding his weakness, etc. and then tripping and landing on his dick and falling in love along the way~<3<3<3

lmao could be that billy even *abandons* the boys to get to the bottom of what really happened-- but also cause he ends up knocked up after realizing homie *was not* in fact the culprit<3<3<3

do feel the homie versions (show or comics) would deal less with the 'vermillion' vibes or i guess less chance for *open ended* horror themes, and more of a cut clean *he did it/he didn't do it* and is losing his mind sorta feel. in a sense, *becky* def *wouldn't* be real for comics homie because they never actually interacted (while the show version could be actively trying to remember her/struggling with who he *used* to be--OOH!! jason blood is def a place to look for inspo there~<3), so the tie in could be *exquisite* for sure, but it def is a slightly different feel lol

honestly might consider writing the comics/vermillion themed one (at some point, i have promised myself to other shit), it would explore billy instead of using homie as an excuse to be his worst self, homie becoming billy's excuse to hold onto what becky actually wanted for him/turn homie good (which is cute and sad in it's own way but could be SO fucking precious<3) and that would be some GOOD shit<3<3<3

FUCK! this is probably gonna build up inside a me i--

[marypsue]

It's Sneak Peek Sunday! And I totally forgot to put up a sample to celebrate finishing chapter eight (of a planned fifteen total, so now we're more than halfway through!) of former heroes who quit too late! So here's that!

...

Chrissy’d never thought she’d honestly be relieved to see Billy Hargrove. But then, she’s never had to close down the whole pool and fish out a turd that turned out not to be a turd, either. Today is just full of firsts.

There’s something about Billy that just puts her on edge. Nothing Chrissy can put her finger on, exactly. Heather thinks she’s being paranoid, that he’s a garden-variety jerk whose looks more than make up for every time he opens his mouth. And she’s probably not wrong. There’s plenty of those at Hawkins High.

It’s just – there’s something intense about him. Something Chrissy’s never really noticed in Jason, or Patrick, or, like, Steve Harrington or whoever else is riding on his looks to excuse his mouth this week. Something she thinks maybe Heather should take a little more seriously.

She has to concede one point to Heather, though. Billy Hargrove is not hard to look at. Too bad there’s no way Jason’d ever grow out his hair.

Still, the relief that sweeps over Chrissy when she looks up from the test strip she’s checking and sees Billy standing on the other side of the pool is unexpected. And it’s also short-lived. Billy doesn’t look like he’s here to pick up his abandoned shift at all. He doesn’t have his bag with him, and he’s not wearing swim trunks, or his lifeguard tank. Actually, those might be the same clothes he was wearing yesterday. Chrissy thinks that’s a twig caught in the dishevelled tangle of his hair. There are visible beads of sweat standing out on his forehead, and he’s all flushed, even though it’s not that hot out.

And he’s just – standing there. Watching her. Like a creep. Chrissy’s not really sure how long he was there, before she noticed. Or how long it’s been since the last time he blinked.

“Billy?” she asks, setting aside the water testing tools slowly, so she doesn’t spook him. Abruptly, and for no real reason, she’s reminded of the horses at the mountain lodge resort her parents took her to the summer after fifth grade. Of how the riding instructor had warned them all never to approach a horse in its blind spot. How if you startled a horse, it’d kick.

There’s something about Billy’s eyes, as he seems to shake himself awake, that makes Chrissy think of startled horses. Of their eyes, big, so wide the whites are visible almost all the way around, rolling with mad, helpless terror. It makes her wish Billy would look anywhere else.

But he doesn’t. Just says, flat and even and steady, “You need to come with me.”

Chrissy swallows the inexplicable lump of nerves sitting high in her throat. “Uh oh,” she tries, with what she knows is a weak attempt at a smile. “Do I need to get the mop and bucket?”

Billy doesn’t react to her admittedly kind of pathetic joke. Or actually answer the question. He just keeps standing and staring until Chrissy stands up. Then he turns without a word and starts walking toward the storage shed.

Chrissy looks over at Heather, who’d retreated into the shade of the building after she’d burned her back so badly. But Heather doesn’t seem concerned at all. She just meets Chrissy’s eyes and nods in the direction Billy just went, waiting until Chrissy starts to walk around the pool before coming over to join her. She keeps pace beside Chrissy as they both follow Billy over to the storage shed, but she doesn’t look over at Chrissy once. Chrissy tries not to feel like she’s being escorted, like she’s got bodyguards.

Like she’s being herded.

Billy’s waiting beside the door of the shed when Chrissy reaches it, pulling off the padlock and chain that’s the only thing keeping an army of kids in Jams and water wings from poisoning themselves with chlorine. He steps aside as Chrissy comes up to the door, with a sweeping little gesture and the first hint of an expression Chrissy’s seen him wear since he looked up from the pool. It’s his usual slow, sarcastic grin, crooked and somehow mocking. But somehow it seems stiffer than usual. Takes a little longer to spread across his face. “After you.”

Chrissy looks up at Heather. Heather doesn’t react at all. There’s a shadow of a smile on her face, too, patient and curiously vacant.

“We already re-treated the pool,” Chrissy says, to Billy. She still doesn’t think he’s blinked. “And it wasn’t even a real turd. Just somebody’s nasty prank.”

Billy’s smile doesn’t shift an inch.

“Chris,” Heather says, sounding vaguely annoyed.

Chrissy takes a deep breath in. Whatever practical joke these two are planning, Heather’s her friend.

Even if she doesn’t seem to take Billy seriously enough, she wouldn’t help him do anything that would actually get Chrissy hurt.

[evita-shelby]

i'm sorry im obsessed with older shelby headcanons, like geriatric Eva being a firm Diana stan, slighting Cowmilla and just the monarchy in general.

Or just like how there family is immortalized and percieved through history. Where their company may be now. Shelby descendants dominating every industry.

A funny meta thing where a dramatization of the Shelby family origins shoots and people look at the historical figures and are like "damnnnnnnn that's a zaddy right there"

or like Eva and Thomas just not getting with the times and modern technology, "you can't just kill people like you use to these days"

I hope you enjoy 😉

Gif by @quelmarth

Eva would be wondering why these two ladies are fighting over Charles the Turd when they could just find better men or better yet get together.

She would be at each women's weddings(and Camilla's it would be a sympathies greeting card cuz she's dead by then) be like, seriously? This guy is who you want? Take my grandson, Tom Jr, he's a much better guy, smaller ears too.

Tommy lives well into his 90s because Eva doesn't want him to die way earlier than her

He still remains a very private person and goes full cryptid once he retires from politics

Charlie grows up to be a very liberal politician with a personal feud with Margaret Thatcher, outlives her so he can piss on her grave

He's also Winston Churchill's son in law by his daughter, Mary (who contrary to irl mary Churchill doesn't become a conservative)

Has an I love my gay sister(Diane who is bi) t shirt the moment they come into the market

Diane ends up a singer-actress-buisnesswoman-philanthropist who does a little bit of everything and yet no one is really sure what she does.

Diane also lives very modestly for someone with a lot of money

Also is openly bi but no one believes her

She marries Tom Bennett from World on Fire and has two or three kids

Her eldest son, Thomas Jr, is Eva's favorite grandkid

Gabe becomes a spy/assassin and eventually marries Luca’s only daughter and pretends to be working for the company abroad when really no one knows where he is

Some speculate he died as a teenager as no records or photographs exist of him past 16

They all show up at Arrow House on every major holiday come hell or high water

Eva wrote her memoirs but marketed it as fiction

Everyone has theories about what's true and what's not

Florence marries Andrew Roberts JR (son of Billy Kimber’s accountant) who she's callee her boyfriend since they were six

Florence may or may not have had a romantic relationship with Princess Margaret on the side as both were playmates and the same age

There are several adaptations of Eva's memoirs and what little they have on The Shelbys

There are Sucession style series, documentaries and docu-series and a fuck ton of tell all books about them done the second they die (Tommy in the late 1980s and Eva in 2000 at the age of 104)

Eva is nearly always played by Salma Hayek or Penelope Cruz

Tommy is played by Jason Statham or Leonardo Dicaprio

Eva is also a Catholic Saint who gets decanonized once it is known she was an aetheist

[greengay]

whether it was deserved or not (it was imo lol), i think j**y getting canceled was traumatic for billie, on like... multiple levels

finding out his son is a sex pest

seeing everyone turn against his son and having his life ruined and being powerless to stop it. again, i think joey was/is a little entitled turd, but billie is still his father, and a parent wants to protect their child from as much harm as possible. tbh, joey probably is the way he is because he was spoiled and over-indulged

i think being labeled a "pedophile" was a little too far and too simplistic a way of looking at the situation. things can be looked at with nuance. lydia was underage, and the age difference and power dynamic was inappropriate, but let's bffr and acknowledge that it wasn't legit pedophilia. like, let's call him a loser who wouldn't date girls his own age, but that label makes him seem like a child molester. "but who cares? he deserves it!" maybe, but also words have meaning. and, again, coming at this from billie's POV... his son isn't a pedophile, so having him be labeled a pedophile was probably devastating.

just generally not being able to ever publicly be proud of or talk fondly about his oldest son again

realizing how many people's lives were affected by joey's actions and how he raised joey and how he probably had a hand in that

like, obviously the relationship itself was traumatic to lydia, but this isn't a regrettes blog so

ALSO.... there was a alternate universe where lydia made the post and shttrs weren't "canceled", but that would have required joey being able to have at least a minute of self-reflection. like... people were angrier about him just fucking peacing out with no explanation for his actions than the actions in the first place. i think if he was like, "hey i felt really entitled to have sex with you wherever and whenever i wanted that's fucking shitty" and "yeah i know the sway i have being the son of a world famous rockstar, especially in the genre of music we both played in and the difference in life experience we have and the poewr dynamic was whack" etc. etc. like.... yeah they probably would have still lost some fans, but people LOVE to give straight white guys as many chances as they can... it was just a PR disaster.

but i think it's one thing when bad things happen to you, and it's another when bad things happen to your child (again, even if it was deserved). i think the world just becomes a much, much darker place. and i think billie came out of it a lot more self-conscious and a lot more bitter about people than he was before it happened. idk.

[the-firebird69]

So here it is another day here it is another day and our son is sitting here with nothing to do these people offer nothing no points of interest to see no decent time to have and only come and spend your money and it does something and I tell you what it does and we are under there and we don't get it yeah we do they don't want to have any money if he has a problem but what he says is I don't have enough money to solve most problems and it is true so we're moving out and we will see them get some money to him but not enough to handle most problems so we're pissed off already and he's wondering what to do he has a lot of food and he can make some sandwiches and take them with him and they're pretty good and it doesn't take too long he wants to just throw it together so we want him to do that and he needs help doing it and yeah it takes a little effort and we have to put up with their complaining but really he's got to at least go up one notch not be on the floor all the time and you bums are not going to get s*** from being enemies to of ours and his and you can't figure it out you think it's a happy go lucky f****** day and a war is starting and we'll clarify it's between you and the pseudo empire because you bums have a terrible motif and you are saying you're poor because of them and you made Trump poor to enforce it and you're nuts it happens to be the correct psychology but it's actually expense of society and we won't allow it and it's at the expense of our sun and we won't allow it no they're coming down on the pseudo empire and they're making war and the pseudo empire is telling them no and not to do it and to stop messing around with it and they won't it's going to be a constant war and battle right now it is huge and getting bigger we are going to insist you stopped harassing us right now and we're telling you to if you don't we're coming to get you and he says we probably should so we're going to start doing that and yeah you're out all the way no More Mr Nice Guy so the news is very clear you are these idiots that are in the way of our survival and you're threatening the Earth and we're going to go after you now and going to come and get you as well you're the lamest group in history and we can see you being abhorrently lame the crew leaving did not help her son they're the people trying to make him spend money he doesn't have although at times it's helpful right now he needs to conserve for going to places you wanted to go to and your own people are telling you not to do it and people like John remillard don't listen to anyone and he is going to be hung they said it too and a whole bunch of people get together to do it yeah really it's just bja and his and his for his recent action against Jason but that's what the turd does he starts bothering us thinking we're going to get him something and our son is saying we're not getting his stuff and you're delusional and he says I swear to get something it's very serious what we're doing wrong and we don't think we can do it right and then he says no we can and so he's putting us on alert and we are going to high alert and we're going after devices today and all of his and that's what he's saying and our son says we are going to take definitive action on you and remove all your devices especially if you start whining because you are indicating it's a bad thing for you and that's what people tell you not to do and you ignore them because you are we have to prove that and we will so he's angry and upset and all the stuff and we can care less right now we're forming up and we're going to go after him he is in violation of many laws and we're going to do it right now

Thor Freya

Olympus

Shut up Billy Hicks you big mouth loser

Hera

Haha you're such a f** Billy very predictable behavior by the way

Zues

I broadcasted I tell you I guess it's predictable and so what and really but I'm pissed off and he's saying nothing kind of snickering and saying so hard to f****** loser I mean it's easy this is where I'm saying we're doing it again it's not a big deal to get rid of all your stupid devices and it really isn't but on your way out I guess you're pointing out Mac proper to us and we're getting information we need so I'm really mad cuz you keep saying that but that's what we're doing that's pretty much all we're doing he says why don't you get off my case maybe you can keep like one fragment of it and so gosh darn dumb that you can't see so I kind of get that I'm sticking our faces in his and it doesn't really help but I don't think I can change and he says well see you later you're f****** done just like I say every day and why don't you get out of here you run things to mess things up and you're doing it to your stuff pretty soon you'll be nobody and you don't have any special AI that you had the in beds and everyone wants to know what you did with them and they're moving on you because of your big huge gaping massive mouth and inappropriate ego. So I suppose I killed myself so what

Billy Hicks

Your retard and you're lower than a private always and we should have kept that in mind

Hulk Hogan

We have to destroy all of you right now

Anthony Hopkins

We're expecting animals to do human beings job is ridiculous and wearing the wrong

Brock Lesnar

They might be less than human and very unintelligent but they're doing the job and it's working for us

Zues Hera

So we're screaming threats against both parties and he says good it's probably the intent I can't stand anymore he's beating the s*** out of us for what we're doing here

Billy h

Well I've got a lovely poster of you out there Billy and I'm making money off it and I should cuz you're such a grand loser

Brad

You are too so I'm going to put your weeder s*** up you f**** and you got in a fight with him and hurt him bad and I guess we did it to him remotely how's the base commander on the low desert

Billy Hicks

Olympus

[puppetoffthehook]

@bbysttr liked for a nuisance

“So.. flower-faced flesh-eating dimension hopping monsters..” He took a drag from his cigarette before blowing the smoke at the nerdy brats that were glaring at him. “.. are attacking this town. And your brilliant fucking idea was to get my sister involved?”

Dustin and Lucas started arguing about whose fault it was and Billy turned his bored stare toward Steve. The older boy had led him inside and opened the fridge to show him exactly what was happening. Honestly it’s the only reason things didn’t escalate.

“You got anything to say, Harrington? Where are the fucking adults in this situation? One teen babysitter isn’t gonna be enough to protect a gaggle of little turds from getting eaten! Especially these dumb little fuckers.”

[ask-magnetboi-nortnort]

[because I feel like you need a question. Take one from my lovely oc] “Yo mister, you don’t need to know who I am but anyways. What happen to your eye?” [@ask-catcher-v]

@ask-catcher-v

[sharonisthebettercarter]

The Adoring Fan. But Butchlander.

fuck. okay. hwy. fuck. no wait i--.

FUCK.

goddammit... why would you do this to me?

FIIIIINNNNNNEEEEEE.

for those that don't get the reference. you don't want it. don't click that video.

jesus fuckin' christ. okay. fuck. FUCK ME--.

OKAY.

but butchlander?

... you know that actually plays out pretty simply if you follow some of the theories on this yellow haired fucker. but i suppose it's not much different from billy being the stalker he is to begin with, lmao

obviously, there's only one guy obsessed enough to be the 'adoring fan' and one guy famous enough to be our 'grand champion' or whatever the fuck from starfield i guess.

one lovely little dark theory is that this motherfucker is secretly an assassin that sticks close by at every chance he gets so he can figure out your character's weakness and take them out, and lemme tell ya, for butchlander? OOOOOOOHHHH--. checks the fuck out.

provided he can keep himself together enough for it, william butcher could absolutely do his gosh darn best to be the dick ridiest most annoying piece of shit stalker fan just to get close to homelander and find out his weakness... it may require some kind of mental breakdown prior to that state and possible disguise?? whether the story is a full on rewrite from day one or a post canon divergence, i suppose decides that sortaish?

but i could definitely picture billy movin' in close, not leaving the poor boi the fuck alone, and driving him absolutely bananas and nuts while he tries to figure out a weakness

romance along the way~<3

the other way goes full stalkerazzi in ways that just... really put the love in loveknife material and the obsess in billy's obsession. and that's certainly an idea that has intrigued me for a hwile i must say~<3

the idea that billy goes so fucking far with his whole shtick that it genuinely freaks out and even concerns and slightly arouses homelander just does somethin' to me~<3

leik. this guy *has* to have dealt with stalkers before. there's just no way he hasn't. but billy? BILLY is on a whole. nother. level. whether it's a revenge boner or other.

extra fucking points if billy is indestructible/essential/immune to fall damage/has insane plot armor and evades every attempt homelander makes to either abandon or kill him. and billy always ALWAYS comes back to be the most annoying turd

i will never not suggest giving butcher a swampy little man cunt. so even more extra fuckin' points if he's just a total whore for homie<3

he's homie's biggest fan, he'll follow that boi until he loves him--WHAT??

imagine if they were soulmates and that was the cause~<3 really imagine it<3<3<3 although i'll save that deep dive for another time ;)))))))))))))))))))

and then there's the reactions from homelander. ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

i imagine this could do some serious deep diving for AU's sake if it actually does go into elder scrolls or starfield lore which... i mean i wouldn't argue with some fantasy au's being thrown into the butchlander collection~<3 there's also always the classic bard following the hero option but billy would just be the WORST bard in all existence.

oh, who knows~<3 maybe he'd surprise everyone<3<3<3

OOH!

shittiest hero homelander and shittiest bard billy<3<3<3

ugh, there's def a lot to be explored with the fantasy genre<3 but i think i'll end it off with the brain wormy of old world hero billy (fable games) and new world hero homelander~<3 (canon) maybe clashin' it up in a slightly different way~<3]

that's def a dive saved for another time<3<3<3

also, someone needs to make homie a fuckin' dragon. he'd be perfect for it~<3

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

All I Want For Christmas

"Oh. My. God."

"Not a fucking word Hartington."

"Now that's no way for one of Santa's little helpers to talk, is it?"

"Up yours sailor boy."

Working during the holidays at the mall sucked ass. Despite being as cold as fuck out, people swarmed the mall for last minute shopping. In-between shopping they'd stop at Scoops Ahoy for their seasonal Captain Peppermint special. When his break finally came around, Steve practically ran out of the store. He felt bad for leaving Robin alone to fend off the hoards of customers by herself but he couldn't take another second of the screaming children and their asshole parents. Grabbing an Orange Julius from the food court before wandering towards the Santa's Workshop to watch the chaos from a comfortable distance. Plus he remembered Mrs. Byers mentioning something about Hopper volunteering as a mall Santa this year and he couldn't miss something like that.

"Okay you little turds, one at a time on Santa's lap." A familiar voice called out near the gate surrounding Santa's chair. Looking past the line of excited children and their parents, Steve's eyes narrowed when he saw the blonde the voice belonged to and he had to bite back a laugh.

"Billy?!" Steve snorted loudly as he recognized his boyfriend. Looking up revealed it was indeed Billy wearing what Steve could only describe as a sexy elf uniform. Green short shorts, a red vest with a short stripped shirt underneath and candy cane leggings. Along with the little hat he was wearing that jingled every time his head moved, Billy was quite the sight. The boy's eye's widened as he saw Steve. Turning to his his coworker in the same uniform and saying something Steve couldn't hear before he stormed over to Steve. Grabbing him by the front tie of his sailor uniform and dragging the other boy away from prying eyes and ears.

This was how they found themselves in the corner by the bathrooms with Billy glaring at Steve who had yet to stop laughing.

"Oh my God, what the hell are you even wearing? I mean, it looks good on you but, what?" Steve laughed as Billy's face turned the shade of his vest.

"This was the only uniform they had left in my size." Billy muttered.

"This is the best day of my life." Steve giggled as he gawk at Billy. "So what made you decide to apply to the north pole?"

"Car broke down. Parts are expensive, didn't have the cash for it." Billy shrugged and Steve frowned.

"I could've gotten them for you."

"I'm not a charity case Harrington."

"No but you are my boyfriend." Steve replied.

"I guess." The blonde pulled the jingley hat off his head. "Just didn't want you seeing me in this stupid outfit."

"It's not stupid." Steve grinned as he pushed Billy back into the empty bathroom. "I think you're pretty sexy for an elf."

"You're only three inches taller than me." Billy replied, slightly annoyed. Not too annoyed to reciprocate the kiss Steve gave him. The taller boy wrapping his hands around Billy's waist where his thumbs hooked on the inside of the blonde's short shorts and began to pull down.

"Looks like Santa's not the only one packing today."

"Shut up and kiss me."

Steve was more than happy to comply.

[storiesofsvu]

Her Everything Ch 17

Warnings: language, smut

The next near year nearly flew by, you attributed it to actually being able to have some time to yourself, having a steady partner to help raise Catalina helped one hell of a lot. She started spending a bit more time at Rafael’s apartment, basically whenever she asked to spend a couple of days with him and he was free. Rafael spent a lot of time with the two of you when you had her for the weekends, which you were more than okay with, he’d missed out on a lot, and you appreciated the extra set of eyes. You were ever insistent that his weekends remain just with him though, partially to let him get his time in, and partially to give yourself an extended break.

It was a chilly night in February that Rafael showed up to your door, apologizing immediately as he knew you didn’t like unannounced visits, but he just wanted to drop a couple of things off. You were confused at first but he handed you a bag from your favourite take out place (with extra truffle fries) and a bottle of your favourite wine with a simple ‘I know how hard today can be for you’ before giving your arm a squeeze and turning from the apartment. It was the anniversary of your Mother’s death, he knew you’d be grieving and wanted to do what he could to attempt to not having you sink completely down. The next month you returned the favour, bringing over one of his favourite meals, homemade from his Abuelita’s recipe. You were finally back to the point of being friends, of being comfortable around each other. Sure there were moments of awkwardness, usually Carisi sticking his foot in his mouth after making a comment, or bringing up a memory (‘Wasn’t today supposed to be your wedding date? I bought a real nice suit for that.’) that made you both cringe a bit and shoot him daggers. But things were smooth, they were easy, it was calming to be around each other.

It was mid October, the city still feeling the remnants of warmth from the summer, the days cool as the leaves turned, but still warm enough to enjoy being outside. You had The Good Place reruns on the t.v, thankful for anything that wasn’t Disney+ at this point, tidying up a few things when you heard a knock on the door.

“Oh..hey Raf.” You greeted as you pulled the door open. “Cat’s at Amanda’s, squad sleepover.”

“Rollins with three kids under seven?” He teased, a laugh on his face.

“Relax, Sonny’s there too.”

“So those two finally did get together?” You laughed, half rolling your eyes, more so at the two mentioned and not Rafael. Their will they wont they spanned most of your career in Manhattan

“Yeah.” Your eyes moved down to the binder in his hand, “you need something?”

“I found Cata’s homework stashed in her room from when I had her the other night.”

“That little turd!” Taking the book from him you flipped it open, not surprised to find it not finished, “she told me she didn’t have any.”

“She do this often?”

“Only when she knows I won’t let her see Billie ‘til it’s done. Those two are thick as thieves.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean they were born a few months apart, they’re basically attached at the hip.” Sighing you tossed the binder onto the counter, “hey, I just opened a bottle of Macallan, you wanna come in?”

“Yeah..sure.” Rafael shot you a soft smile as you backed up, letting him into the apartment. You latched the door, tossing Cata’s homework down on the island, you’d deal with that issue at a later date. You poured Rafael a glass of scotch before the two of you moved into the living room, settling on the couch. “This is the one with the dead people who don’t know they’re in hell, right?” You laughed, taking a sip of your drink.

“I guess that about sums it up.”

The two of you settled into the evening, happy to have an evening off from work and parenting for once. You laughed over the show, relaying comments and quips every so often before it became more background noise as the scotch flowed openly. Memories were brought up, good ones, fun ones, you may have spent a little more than average time poking fun at Carisi (a lot to do with the moustache he had when he first arrived). A couple of hours easily passed before you stood from the couch, giving Rafael‘s knee a squeeze.

“I’ve gotta pee, I’ll be right back. Top us up?” He nodded as you hurried your way down the hallway. While you were washing your hands you heard him say something, you shouted a ‘what?’ pulling the door to the bathroom open, quickly moving back towards the kitchen.

“I sai-“ Rafael was abruptly cut off as he tried to round the corner to the hall the same instant you tried to round the corner into the kitchen, effectively crashing into you. You felt your breath catch in your throat at his proximity to you, the woody-ness of his cologne engulfing your senses as your hands used his shoulders to steady yourself. One of his hands caught your waist in an attempt to keep you from toppling over, his next words spoken were soft, nearly a whisper, “..you’re uh..out of ice.” His eyes darted from yours to your lips lightning fast, noticing the way one of your hands tightened around his shirt as his body made the motion to move away.

“Wait…” it was barely a breath, he almost missed it over the hammering in his chest, but he couldn’t mistake the warmth in your eyes for anything else. The hand on your waist tightened lightly, you closed the distance between you with a step, the hand resting on his shoulder wrapping around the back of his neck as you inched closer.

The moment your lips met could only be described as tossing a match into a fire that had been waiting to be lit for hours, soaking in accelerant. It was brief, just a few moments of lips dancing a very missed routine against each other before you pulled away, your forehead still resting on his. Your chest was heaving as if you’d just surfaced from diving to the bottom of the deep end of a pool, your mind was suddenly going a mile a minute, there was no ignoring the desire burning within you at this point.

“Sorry…” you murmured, starting to turn away when Rafael gently grabbed your wrist, effectively stopping you from moving.

“Don’t be.” His hand moved to your chin, tilting your face up so you would actually look him in the eye. There was a hint of sadness, of worry hidden behind them, but a warmth, an incredible softness you hadn’t seen since weeks before he left.

“Rafa…” His other hand smoothed the hair out of your face, cupping your cheek softly, you couldn’t resist leaning into it.

“Tell me to stop and I can walk out that door, pretend it never happened.”

“I don’t want that…”

Rafael’s lips met yours again, continuing the same rhythm as before, a sigh escaping his lips, his body relaxing against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You felt like home, like he was finally back where he belonged. Gently, he backed you up against the wall, you tugged him tightly to you, groaning as his tongue swept into your mouth massaging against yours with expertise. The kiss was like something out of a daydream, part of you felt like you must be dreaming, that something that felt this wonderful couldn’t possibly be real.

The hand on your hip trailed up your side, tickling, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its path, it rounded your shoulder, softly tangling into your hair, somehow deepening the kiss even more. The length of the make out session made you feel like a teenager again, when it’s all that would happen, when a kiss meant absolutely everything. Though…things felt very similar tonight.

Rafael broke free of your lips, peppering kisses across your jawline, down to your neck. You let out a breathy moan at the feel of his teeth scraping against your skin, your hands digging into the roots of his hair, you were suddenly more than grateful for the new beard he was sporting, wondering how much it would tickle against other areas of your body. His teeth hit your pleasure point, sinking in heavier than before, his tongue darting out to sooth the burn as he started to suck against the spot, your hips jutted up, rolling against his, gasping as you could feel his growing bulge. Reluctantly he pulled away, his face inches from yours.

“Pretty sure I didn’t tell you to stop.” You murmured.

“I forgot how sassy you could get.” He smirked, nipping at your lip, his hands nudged at the back of your thighs and you let out a squeal as he picked you up.

Giggling, you wrapped your legs around his waist, lips meeting his again as he carried you down the hallway. Your hands began to tug at the hem of his shirt, sliding underneath it as they slowly pushed it up and off his body, taking advantage of the brief escape from the kiss you pulled your own shirt over your head. A gasp breaking into the room as Rafael buried his face into your chest, nuzzling against your tits, kissing and nipping practically every inch he could get to. One of the hands wrapped around your back swiftly undid your bra and you let it drop to the floor, adding to the trail of clothing. Your hand shot to the back of his head as his lips encased a nipple, sucking the supple flesh into his mouth, tongue swirling around it, flicking its peak. Your back arched, bringing him closer to you, whining at the vibrating growl he let out when you tugged at his hair.

Dropping your legs from his waist, you tugged him back to your lips, kissing him deeply while your hands moved to his belt, undoing his jeans, a hand sneaking in to palm his thickness. A grunted ‘fuck’ muttered against your skin as he rutted into your touch, his hands leaving your sides, pulling your pants and underwear down in one swift movement. Rafael’s mouth returned to the soft spot of your neck, determined to leave you feeling its presence in the morning, a hand grasped your leg, wrapping it back around his hip to give him better access. The other one trailed up your inner thigh, oh so softly cupping your heat. Your hips jolted toward him with a whine that morphed into a moan as his fingers began to swipe through your folds. Your breathing began to increase, the little whines begging him for more.

He ignored your clit completely, choosing to play with the juices leaking out of your pussy, coating his fingers with them completely before one sunk in. Your arms suddenly clenched around him, your head burying into his shoulder in a cry as he slowly started to pump it in and out. Rafael could feel how tight you were, how well your walls squeezed against him already. His hand moved softly, warming you up as his lips tenderly kissed up your jaw, his finger curling inside you. Your eyes met briefly, a world of unspoken words between them, a silent nod from you encouraging him to delve a second finger into you while his lips met yours again. Your hand grabbed at his bicep, nails digging into his skin when his fingers increased the pressure, hurrying their pace,

“Please…” you whimpered out. Rafael’s thumb came up, circling your clit in time with the way your hips rolled against his hand. His lips met yours again with such tenderness you thought you were about to melt…though the feeling of his hand against your pussy made you think you were about to explode. Pulling away you let out a yelp, teeth biting against the skin of his shoulder, he felt your walls fluttering around his hand. The burning through your body suddenly rushed to your pussy, pulsating in a heavy rhythm over and over, trembling when his thumb flicked against your clit. It built heavier than you’d expected, a sob escaping your lips as you came, your hips rutting against his, juices nearly exploding out of you, dampening the front of his briefs.

“That was new…” he smirked. You giggled softly, ducking your head to lay a breathless kiss against his chest.

“Certainly was.”

Rafael’s hand cupped your cheek, kissing you lightly, backing you to the bed that you dropped back onto, shifting so you were laying comfortably among the pillows. He tugged off his briefs before crawling over you, lips leaving a trail of kisses up your body until he met your mouth. You whined at the feeling of his cock against your folds, the heaviness rubbing against your clit. One of his hands reached down, lining himself up to your heat, a sudden gasp left your lips as your hand grasped his wrist causing him to pause, realizing his misfortune.

“Shit…I don-“

“It’s fine..I-it’s just been..a while…”

“Oh Carino…I won’t hurt you.” You couldn’t help but smile at the soft adoration in his eyes as he gazed down at you. Your hand moved from his arm, cupping his face as your lips met his.

Rafael slowly plunged his cock into you, inch by inch, he pulled back when he saw your brow furrow, slowly beginning to thrust bit by bit until he was fully seated in you. Both of you let out more than satisfied groans. Your walls stretched to feel every inch and ridge of him, aching in the most sinfully beautiful way, fluttering ever so lightly. Rafael let out a soft moan at the feeling, staying still until you were ready, but knowing the warmth of your wet walls was doing everything to drain all of his blood and thoughts down south.

Your hips rolled against him, a whimper leaving your lips as your clit rubbed against him, you needed more, and he was more than willing to give it to you. Your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him deeper into you as he began to thrust against you, gently at first, making sure you were okay, but that moved on, his cock hitting spots inside you making you squeal. He circled his hips while buried inside of you, causing you to yelp, crushing his head into your shoulder as you panted beneath him. Rafael’s mouth hit your neck again, sucking against the sensitive skin, teeth grazing over it as his thrusts became more powerful and heated.

Fuck did you ever feel good, he could hear the wetness of your pussy echoing through the room, the sound of skin on skin, panting breaths and whimpering moans and grunts. His cock twitched at the way your walls pulsed around it, one of his hands shot up, pinning yours beside your head, fingers interlocking while the other one snuck down between your bodies. A sob left your lips when he pinched your clit, your entire body felt like it was about to explode, you clenched your eyes shut, your free hand digging into the back of his neck.

“Oh Rafa!” Your thighs trembled, wrapping so tightly you tugged him to still against you while you shook against his body. A strangled cry leaving your lips as your orgasm burst through your veins, leaving you seeing stars.

“Fuck..” Rafael’s voice was hoarse, his cock pulsing inside you, feeling about to burst, it only took a few more pumps against your squeezing cunt before he let out a loud moan, spilling inside you.

He stilled, his head dropping into your shoulder once again, both of you too breathless to even imagine trying to speak. You began to come to first, your fingers dancing dainty patterns along his sides and back, a hand curling into his hair to massage his scalp. You admired the gentle hum when that hand moved to his beard, scratching at it softly. Rafael kissed your neck, moving down to your shoulder as he ever so slowly rolled off you, already missing the contact.

Your feet kicked up the blanket around the two of you, curling against his chest. There were about a million thoughts and questions running through both of your brains, but right now…the endorphins were taking lead. Rafael kissed the top of your head softly, holding his lips there for a moment, his hands softly rubbing at your back. You nuzzled into his chest deeper, wrapping your arms around him tighter.

“That was…”

“Fucking incredible.” He murmured, causing you to giggle. A few more moments of silence and breath catching went by before you spoke again, your voice quiet, mumbled against his skin.

“Hard to believe it was a decade ago we disclosed…”

“Okay, now you’re just trying to make me feel old.” He shot back, making you laugh.

“Not at all..” your lips met his skin again, “just…feels like yesterday and a million years ago at the same time.”

“I know…” his heart beat failed to slow as he gained the courage for his next words, “and I’m sorry I was absent for half of it.”

“I know…” you kissed his cheek softly. The sudden blaring text tone of your phone echoed from the living room a few times, “I swear to GOD if that’s Rollins.” Shoving the blankets off, you grabbed the robe draped over the top of your closet, wrapping the satin around you as you moved through the apartment. Rafael heard you let out a frustrated groan. “Fucking Duolingo!” You appeared back in the doorway to the bedroom.

“You okay?” He asked, propping himself up against the headboard.

“Yeah.” You flashed him a smile, “but there are two fresh glasses of scotch out there…and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t starving…can we order food?” You pouted and Rafael chuckled, the resemblance to your daughter even more evident when the pout was on your lips. He moved out of the bed, kissing you quickly before pulling on his briefs.

“Dynasty still have your favourite on special on Fridays?”

“Yup!” You smirked, “and this is your treat.” A giggle escaped your lips as he rolled his eyes, following you back to the main part of the apartment. The two of you had already downed most of a bottle of scotch already, and even with the food, your heavily distracted minds figured it would be the best idea to indulge in a second bottle as you marathoned some t.v before heading back to the bedroom.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#276

“So Billy it’ll just be us for the rest of the afternoon. In the few hours you have been here, I have noticed your lack of respect for your mother. Your Aunt Diane and I both think you need to be talked to. Seeing you have no dad to guide you, I’m here to give you that lesson on respect of your elders. I told Diane to take your mom to go shopping and leave us alone. I gave her my credit card and told her to enjoy spending as much time as she needs with her sister. I have all the time in the world to put your punk ass in its place….

“Don’t fucking roll your eyes at me. Listen here you little piece of shit. I spent twelve years in the Army breaking in turds like you. You are nothing special. I’m ten steps ahead of you. Never forget that.

“Don’t ‘Uncle Mike’ me. That’s ‘Sir’ to you. Don’t fucking laugh….

“…Now that was just one fucking slap across your face, and I was able to knock you across the room. You really are that pathetic. Your dad left you what six or seven years ago, and it’s clear that you have no one to make you into a man, a real man. You just graduated high school. You have no job. You ain’t going into the Army. You are too stupid even for the Marines. You don’t have a girlfriend. Hell, have you had any pussy? Fingerbanging a watermelon doesn’t count….

“Jesus fucking Christ! You’re still a virgin aren’t you?... Do you even like girls—you’re probably a fag. Funny, you look like a total sperm burper….

“Hey! Watch your fucking mouth! That’s the second and last smack you will get from me. I barely even touch you and you end up on the floor. Next time it is going to be something that will hurt more. Of course you look like a fag. There’s nothing manly about you.

“Now get up off the floor…. Fuck! Ain’t this a pretty site—you on your knees. There’s one way to settle if you are a fag. You ever suck dick? Well, smacking you around has given me a chubby. Wanna see it? No, wanna taste it? Don’t tell me ‘No.’ Let me ask again. Want to taste it?... You don’t have to say the word, just open your mouth.

“Fuck yeah. I knew you fucking wanted this. No, don’t close up now. Take my cock in your hand and guide it in. Let me just say, you bite me, and I’ll knock out your teeth. You grab my balls, and I will break your fingers. You try anything stupid, and I’ll break your face.

“That’s it. Use your tongue to swirl around my cockhead. Get that tongue under my foreskin. Fuck yeah! Does this feel good. Your aunt gives lousy head…. See how much you can stick in your mouth. Oh yeah! Come to think of it, if I recall, your mom gave an adequate blowjob as well…. Yeah I fucked her many, many years ago. That’s between you and me.

“Stick your tongue out as much you can. That’s it. Fucker, that’s how you open up your throat. Oh man. I am not going to last much longer. Move your hands to my ass. Yeah like that. Now rub your finger across my shithole. Like that.

“Oh fuck I’m close. I do cum in buckets. Get ready to swallow bitch. Ugh! Uh! Fuck! Swallow! I said swallow motherfucker! Ugh. Man.

“Fuck that was hot. Hotter than I thought it would be. We are definitely going to be doing this a number of times over the next few days. Hell, I can go multiple rounds. You can count on being butt fucked in an hour or so.

“Kid, you are a natural. And that defiant look in your eyes is gone. I don’t for one moment believe that you were a fag before, but you are one now. You’re welcome.”